CHAPTER SEVEN

I'm back. Yay! Sorry I'm late again, but it isn't my fault. I have school and tuitions and lots to study and all that. I don't know what to do…I need your sympathy people…anyway read on…oh, and am also ultra-sorry for shortness of chapter. Do forgive me for another pathetic attempt at poetry…I was good at it a few years back…what is with me? Waaaaaaaaaaaah, I cant write poetry….REVIEW…

Cassius, Portia, Brutus, Octavius, Antony, basically everybody at the meeting

'You are allowed to think aloud now,' Portia announced, 'as-,'

Everybody started thinking aloud and there was a lot of noise. No one could make out what anyone else was saying

'I meant that we not being spied on, this room is soundproof, no one can hear us.'

The crowd did not quieten.

Brutus took the mike from his wife's small, slender hands. 'SILENCE!!!!!'

The crowd stopped bickering and Messela said, 'You asked us to think aloud.'

'I did not ask you to,' said Portia, 'I said that it is safe to do so now. People we are being spied upon.'

Everyone stared at each other in horror.

Julius Caesar raised his hand, 'Really, Portia, you are only being stupid. Why would anyone spy on us? We are living quiet retired lives. What is there to be gained from this? If this is even happening, that is.'

'Shut up Tyranny!' Caius, (who still referred to Caesar as 'Tyranny, "Dictatorship", etc), yelled from his chair. Everyone was sitting on chairs, and Brutus and Portia were in front of the room, along with a mike.

'And you shut up too!,' Caesar fought back, 'Just because you aren't king of the world-,'

'Why would I be king of the world when we could all vote and be happy? We don't need you, like you like to imagine. And why should we? Vote for Caius Cassius, people!'

'Shut up, we all know how jealous you are,' said Caesar, 'You can't stand to see anyone better than you.'

'Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah,' the mob shouted.

Flavius got up from his chair, 'You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things-,'

'Hadn't I gotten you killed?' Caesar shrieked.

'You're not the big boss here Caesar,' Cassius said, holding his hand up to cut Flavius off. His eyebrows were narrowed to their fullest extent, and his face was red with fury, 'How many times must you be reminded? This is not Earth. We are equal here.'

'Only people like you, who don't have the potential to have power, say that. There are no equals.'

'Shut up Dictatorship!'

'You think I'm going to leave you alone, after your stupid envious conspiracy. You think-,'

'YOU HAVE HAD YOUR GODDAMNED REVENGE, CAESAR! And all we had tried to do was save the world! AND YOUR GADDAMNED GHOST JUST CAME BUTTING IN!'

'You think its over, don't you?'

'You're right! It's not over! It never will be!'

'Good. Because this is a fight between men, between all men, for power. Power.'

'I DON'T WANT YOUR FREAKIN' POWER!'

'Yes you do. You do. You try to hide it. You even hide this very fact from your own self. You still want my power, as you always did. You haven't changed a bit, Caius Cassius.'

'And you think you're much better.'

'I am better than you, to say the least.'

'No you're not. You're Caesar. You're Autocracy '

Antony got up, his eyes flashing dangerously, 'Stay within your limits Cassius.'

'This isn't about you,' said Cassius angrily, 'its between me and Caesar. You stay back.'

'I'm his best friend.'

'Friend? It's like you love him. Caesar says something and it is done, you had said something of that sort hadn't you? Hadn't you?

'And I had meant it. How do you even dare to disobey him? You have killed the great and mighty Caesar.'

'And all you do is follow him around like that senseless, unable to think for himself cur that you are.'

'I can think for myself. Hello, I am Mark Antony. Cleopatra's boyfriend.'

'Ooooooooooooooooooooooh, I'm so scaaaaaaaared. ,' said Cassius in his most sarcastic tone.

'Yeah, well you don't even have a girlfriend do you?'

'I have better,' Cassius screeched, 'I have Marcus Brutus!'

The room went silent.

Oops.

The evil guy

They hadn't invited him. Was he not important enough? He had played role in the story. Not too important, just like a two minute thing. He was useless…curse that Shakespeare! How could he have done that to him, used him like a thing, just to demonstrate a stupid fact, and then thrown him away.

Why hadn't they given him a main role? Why? Why? Why? He had wanted one so bad. But nooooooooo, five freakin' minutes and then "bye-bye". And now he wasn't invited…his part had no significance, did it? He would show them…he would have his revenge.

'It's just a party sir,' said the short-skirted assistant, interrupting his thoughts.

'You haven't gone?'

'Why would I go, sir?'

'Why not, you could've spied on them…'

'I wasn't feeling too good, so I skipped the party. Why would we spy on them?'

'They called everyone. Everyone but me…all the senators, their servants, Lucius even, Pindarius, the cobbler and the carpenter, the stupid mob, the guards, assistants, the stupid soothsayer-,

'I get the point sir.'

'Okay, you're to find out what happened in that meeting.'

'Sir, it was a party. Portia had called. She said party. I didn't read the mail though, my husband did and he went on my behalf.' (A/N. and who is this secret husband? The soothsayer, Flavius, Marullus, that weird guy who gave Caesar the note, Caesar himself, hahahahahahahaaaaaaaa. I'm not saying its one of them. I'm saying it could be one of them. Guess for yourselves. Mwahahahaha. O, my supreme cruelt!!!!!!!!!!)

'Okay, forget the party then.'

Old guy

'You let me out of here!' he screamed at the guards standing outside his cell. Not exactly a cell, a nice room, complete with a bathroom and a television set. Cell just sounds cool in some weird spooky way. 'You don't know who I am!'

'Sure,' said one of the guards cheerfully, 'but we know you're very important. You're getting a lot of security. The boss told us not to let you out at any cost.'

'Your boss sucks!' exclaimed the old guy.

'Yeah, well, he's the boss,' said another guard, who was eating a very juicy crunchy apple. It glowed bright red and looked a million times more delicious, more scrumptious than any other apple in the entire universe.

The old guy wanted it and the guard noticed due to all the drooling that was being done.

'Its mine,' the guard said.

'But I'm hungry,' the old man protested.

'You know,' said a third guard, happy to have some conversation, 'that's strange.'

'Why?' asked the second guard munching happily into his apple.

'Because your desires are supposed to be naturally fulfilled in heaven, proving-,'

'That this is not heaven,' the old man finished for him, 'Q.E.D.'

Will

And there went away his brilliant plan.

Delete that. Press "backspace"…quick! Make him say something else. But changing something already written was out of the question. It wasn't possible.

Shit! Shit! Shit! How could I do this? Have I no control over this laptop this pen doesn't work for me either. It has a mind of its own…

Cassius

Oops.

'I meant,' he said quickly, with his heart pounding harder than he believed possible, with sweat trickling down his face faster than his heart was pounding at that very moment, 'as a conspirator against Caesar. I got him on my side.'

'Et tu, Brute?' said Caesar.

'Et me,' said Marcus Brutus apprehensively.

'You never did explain to me fully, why?' asked Caesar, 'I did love you, not in that way of course, but I did. Why did you?' his tone somewhat more soft, more calm.

'You'd keep us as slaves,' Brutus replied. He licked his lips, which had suddenly gone very dry. He hadn't quite expected a day would come when he would have to answer Caesar for what he had done.

'And why would I do that? Did you even read my will?'

'Well, Julius I-,'

Caius did not appreciate being left out of the discussion, 'Yeah, all lies. Did any Roman get a single piece of the crap Julius left them? Anyone who did, please raise your hand.'

'SPEAK HANDS FOR ME!' shouted Casca, but everyone ignored him. The Roman mob stared at each other stupidly in their usual pathetic way, none of them with their hands raised.

After five whole minutes of silence Antony finally and very nervously raised his hand with only one word on his lips, 'Sorry.'

'SPEAK HANDS FOR ME!' yelled Casca, 'Antony spoke hands! Get him!'

'And face Cleopatra after that, no way,' said the mob but threw rotten tomatoes at him anyway. (They would've thrown eggs, but did not because chickens are drugged and all that so that they lay big fat eggs. They are forced to each so much and stuff is forcefully shovelled down their thin throats that they collapse under their own weight. They are force to stand with all these wires around their legs, preventing them from sitting so that they lay eggs. In the end, they all die because of bending down to get food or something because those goddamned wires never let them bend, and they cannot bend anymore. Oh, and male chicks are crushed and very ruthlessly murdered as they cannot give birth to more chickens and nor can they lay eggs. I shall not tell you the bad parts because you'll feel really baaaaaaaad about them, and trust me when I say "bad", I mean baaaaaad. If you do want more information, feel free to contact me.)

'Geez,' said Antony, 'I said I'm sorry.'

'Ahem!' said Portia into the mike, 'I called you all here for other things, not this.'

'Yeah!' said Caius, 'Listen to Porch and stop fighting like the idiots that you are.'

Everyone in the room stared very pointedly at Cassius, as if to say that he had started the fight.

'He called my friend "stupid",' said Cassius through gritted teeth.

'It's okay Caius,' said Portia calmly. (A/N- was surfing the net. Cassius' wife was Portia's cousin. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, I never knew….and I checked out some pictures of our hero, and he wasn't exactly the sexy sexy Caius Cassius I make him to be)

'No, its not okay,' said Caius, 'Julius Caesar is an idiot.'

'Am no-,' Caesar started, but he was cut of by Portia who said, 'leave it, we are straying from the topic.'

'What is the topic?' Antony asked. (A/N-just checked out the story of "Antony and Cleopatra", which I haven't read on the net …Caesar and Ant were enemies in that. weird, Antony so lurves Caesar. I have added Cleopatra in this story just for the heck of it, she isn't important and there is no reason to mix up the two plays.)

'This is all a lie,' Portia said.

'Meaning?' asked a Roman citizen of whom noone knew the name.

'I don't know,' said Portia, 'but we have to organize a search party.'

'I'm doing dishes to search for some one?' said Antony in what seemed like pure-shock, 'you said that this was important.'

'It is,' said Portia, 'He can hear this. He can control us. He is making us do what we do. Only here are we free, for his choice of writing is limited and not in prose-form.'

'Can you please, for god's sake, elaborate,' someone asked.

'Yeah,' said Portia….

Brutus' thoughts translated into normal English

She looks so beautiful as she speaks, her dark hair is now short. She says that she is a man but I don't believe her. There's just a difference in her hairdo. Maybe its one of those "April fool" things. But why did brother Cassius enter my dreams like that? It must have some significance; this is a Shakespearean story after all. From all that I have experienced, dreams are warnings. I know Portia would never do me any harm, she wasn't in that dream (doing harm, that is), and I doubt Cassius would either… "Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for I know/ when thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better/ than ever thou lov'dst Cassius." A picture of Cassius holding out his dagger and chest to me flashes in front of my eyes. I can't remember, I don't know where it comes from.

"Cassius. Caius Cassius," I whisper slowly, and to myself. Something seems to hit me. Memories I can't even remember show themselves slowly in front of my eyes, like a flashback and this time I see much more than Caius holding out his dagger to me, asking me to kill him. I remember all that happened between us, I remember our friendship, I remember our fight, I remember his dead body. I can see it, for god's sake; I can even feel all that I felt once. Now I remember….everything. We had killed Julius and Antony and Octavius had defeated us, Portia had killed herself…she missed me so much, she was so worried about me. I didn't give her all the love she deserved. Cassius' body didn't get the proper memorial service it deserved, that Cassius deserved. And I, going against all my beliefs, killed myself, like Portia and Cassius…

Those were bad times. How callous of me to forget Cassius like that. I look at him right now, at this meeting and he stares at me for a second, a small single second. Our eyes connect and hold and it seems like an eternity. Like seven eternities. Like forever. Time itself seems to stop, that eternity becomes nothing, but it's no different. He nods, and swallows. He knows that I have remembered and I know that he knows. It's like we are communicating without words, just understanding each others feelings. It's the most beautiful thing I've eve felt, like the first time I've looked at Cassius, like the first time I've looked at anything at all, and it feels sad, but so beautiful, so enchanting.

I feel so complete.

Just one look from you-

All of a sudden, I'm complete

Don't go, don't walk away,

Don't tell me you can't feel the heat.

Cassius

Guilt tries to stop me to admit

What's between us can never fade,

And that what is to come,

Can be coloured a better shade.

Brutus

I was broken, and now fixed,

And it's only you who did it,

Yet I can't understand

Why you, from me, hid this.

Cassius

You can never know

Never understand

We were meant to be together for eternity

To stand Hand in hand.

X------X

And why would you?

You have my friend,

She's yours, I'm not, so

Don't make my mind bend.

X-----X

I know my love shall last

Forever, perhaps more,

Don't welcome my love like this,

With an open heart, an open door.

X----X

For our love then

Shall never change

Etched into time for eternity,

It will always be the same…

X----X

But to your love I lose,

I surrender,

I prithee, wretched love, leave me

And not only for our gender…

Brutus

Why ought we to leave this,

For something as senseless as gender?

For we both know, you and I

That we do surrender…

X----X

To love,

To perfection,

To beauty,

To completion.

X----X

Yours and mine.

To

Our competion.